Write four lines of prose about: the plateau.
Kat and I were able to work in the garden together this morning while her parents kept an eye on Max. It was a nice change from being out there by myself, and we got some good work done. We hadn't planned on transplanting all that lettuce that came back from last year, but I'm quite confident we'll put them to good use.
After thinking about doing it for... well, pretty much since we started the farm, we finally have a Facebook page for Prana Farm. Kat sat down and put it together last night while I was at work and we'll be adding content over the next little while.
At first we felt like we didn't really need it, and then we thought we didn't know enough people locally to make it worthwhile. Now, suddenly it seems, we have a lot of local contacts (thanks Max!) and with our intention to double the size of our box program this year it seemed like the time to do it.
Hopefully we'll keep it more up to date than the website.
The peace talks had begun so well, full of hope and promise and bathed in optimism. Progress was rampant, with concessions from both sides achieved with minimal bickering.
But then, as we all knew they inevitably would, things reached a plateau and suddenly every discussion point became a battleground.
And to this day our dog still refuses to talk to our cat.